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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizepartyisntover campfire bimmer feat ltitia sadier frank ocean
Part 1 - PartyIsntOver[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator]Uhm, I said, the party isn't overWe could still dance, but I don't have no rhythmSo fuck it, take a chance with meThe party isn't over, we could still dance girlBut I don't have no rhythmSo fuck it, take a chance with a niggaLike me, like meUhm, I said, the party isn't overWe could still dance, but I don't have no rhythmSo fuck it, take a chance with meThe party isn't over, we could still dance girlBut I don't have no rhythmSo fuck it, take a chance with a niggaLike me, like mePart 2 - Campfire[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator]Yeah, uhmAll I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallowsMotherfuckers getting lynched and burnedI earned it, my Flog Gnaw badge is looking goodOn this brand new jacketThe donuts on the flag waving over the cabinNow grab them graham crackers and pass them over hereHurry, quickly I need a piece of HersheysDarker than the corners of the bushes we be lurkingI centered the mellow over the grahamHeated it too long now, it's melting over my handFuck it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked itCamping with my niggas, its so fucking exciting[Interlude: Kids]We're making smores by the campfireCamp flog gnaw, golf wang summer[Verse 2: Laetitia Sadier]Sat by the fireTo witness gentle, but radicalTransformation ceased to be mindlessCreate our own sweetnessAt last growing the heartPart 3 - Bimmer[Hook: Tyler The Creator]You remind me of my bimmerA lot of trunk space, the perfect two seaterAnd you got a lot of drive, I'm trying to keep upBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterYou remind me of my bimmerSee your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key upAnd your head lights are off, I'm trying to see 'emBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterSo let me start it up and smash[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator & (Frank Ocean) ]Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame Impala(It'll dark outside soon)And I'm sharing Slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallowYou're fucking nuts, green top we coupled upRun my fingers through em as you wax and buff my mufflerCause I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?(Where the street lights trail, OO)Maybe, I don't know, I think you're chill(Ride for)Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legsAnd a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah[Hook]You remind me of my bimmerA lot of trunk space, the perfect two seaterAnd you got a lot of drive, I'm trying to keep upBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterYou remind me of my bimmerSee your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key upAnd your head lights are off, I'm trying to see 'emBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterSo let me start it up and smash[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]MM it'll get dark outside, soon (My baby, ride for me)Where the street lights trail (My baby, ride for me)You ain't gotta lie to kick it darlingIt's cool we're moving slow[Bridge: Tyler The Creator]You remind me of my bimmerA lot of trunk space, the perfect two seaterYou got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep upBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterYou remind me of my bimmer, smashYou remind me of my bimmer[Outro]Where you been, man?Oh, I had a drop off to make real quickHey, have you seen Salem?Oh she with that new dude, Wolf, or, Darnellwhatever his name isFuck that nigga, man. Hey you know where they went?I seen 'em going down by the lakeWhat the fuck!You good man? You need some sherm? I got someI got a can of these baked beans too
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